Poems from Erin Casey

She told me with a red face. Our silent rage crackled around us like lightning in the rumble before the rain. I heard her whisper- through...
I lived three years on a dusty trundle bed, In a small room. A lock on the window.   I would cry myself into dreams shroud in dust. Dust as...
Waves Mama, I’m sorry. I could say those words so many times But I know that they will just echo in this cavern within me.   I feel as if I...